An upturned flask set in gold,
the glint of a curious eye;
the scrape of knees on stone,
and a small muffled cry.
An adventure unlike another,
a world like none else;
towering wood brother,
to luring minstrels.
Whispered words entice,
flame to a besotted moth;
enraptured twins the eyes,
behold as if wroth.
The bliss of the forbidden,
yearned by all indeed;
yet it is in innocence hidden,
that from which all seed.
– to know my interpretation of this poem, lemme know in the comments or hop into the DMs ~(°-°)~
flame to a besotted moth was my favorite line
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I’m glad you liked it! 🙂 Kids are like cats, just have to check out stuff
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Lovely poem 🙂
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Thank you! 😊
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Enjoyed the poem… is it about the curiosity of a child perhaps?
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Exactly, a small kid drawn to his father’s study. Thanks a ton for reading it!
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I enjoyed reading this poem and especially loved the last two lines!
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Thank you!😊
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